If I were to look out my window, all cloudy day. And I were to put my guitar to song. I believe I would take up the notion that would clear the way, for my in'trests to peak and my mind to sing along. ​

If you could be real, just a little bit, the sun would appear, just a little bit, the clouds couldn't steal, just a little bit, the sky go teal, just a little bit, and baby I could feel...... Uh-huh, just a little bit more.

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If I were to look out my window, all rainy day. And I were to write-down what's going on. I believe I would fashion a story, that neatly would say: My perception is weak, but my constitution's strong.

​If you could be real, just a little bit, the sun would appear, just a little bit, the clouds couldn't steal, just a little bit, the sky go teal, just a little bit, and baby I could feel...... just a little bit more.

Ah...  just a little bit more.    Ah...  just a little bit, just a little bit, just a little bit. ​

​If you were to look out your window, all cloudy day. And you were to put your piano to song. I believe you would take up the notion, that would clear the way. For your​​ in'trests to peak, and your mind to sing along.​ ​​

​If you could be real, just a little bit, the sun would appear, just a little bit, the clouds couldn't steal, just a little bit, the sky go teal, just a little bit, and baby I could feel...... just a little bit more.  And baby you could feel... just a little bit more.​

Ya, maybe, baby, you could feel... just a little bit more. Ah, pretty baby, you could feel... just a little bit more.